The snow left behind

Damn

Uenoyama laid his head on his desk unable to stop thinking if the boy with baby at the park.
"Hey Uenoyama,you awake?" Uenoyama lifted his head. "Ah you are,wantvto play some basketball?" He asked.
"No I gonna take a nap."
"Huh-W-what you just where."
Uenoyama made his way to his usual nap spot yawnig,he stepped up the stairs and paused.
Someone was allready there.
Hugging a red broken guitar.
Wait isn't that-
The salmon orange hair,it was the boy with the baby.
His eyes flutterd open as he slowly got up scooting over and patting the floor beside him.
He's inviting me to sit next to him-?
Uenoyama took up the offer and sat next to him.
He looked at who he's now called the baby and guitar boy.
"Jeez say something this is just weird."
Still no words produced from his mouth.
"Your guitar it's broken,you gonna fix it or-?
"IT CAN BE FIXED?!" The boy called out. A surprised uenoyama replied. "Y-yeah.?"
"Can you fix it now?" "No.." the boy went silent again. DAMMIT
Uenoyama got up and went back to his classroom grabbed spare strings and ran back.
"Give me the guitar."
"Huh?" "I said give me the guitar so I can fix it."
He gave Uenoyama the guitar. The sooner I fix it the sooner I can sleep,beside I pissed his off at the park might as well make it up to him.
"Whats that?" "That's a Turner get your hands off it's delicate."
I cut trim the strings and adjust them.
The boy reached for it. "Oi it's not done yet I still need to make sure it works it was pretty busted up,you need to take better care of it."
I strummed the guitar this is the same thing over and over again.
Out of no where I felt hands grip onto me.
"Teach me how to play guitar!"
"W-what?"